Who Am I?

I'm losing my sense of myself. Of who I am.

And now, I know what that's about. Same deal as before I went off to MAL.

I adapt in the twinkling of an eye to whatever man happens to be in my sites. He's a bottom boy? Well then I'm a Top. He's a Sir. Well I'm looking to be collared. He's a PnP hole breeding psycho? Well I'm... uh... let's talk.

This got me into a pickle last time around. So what might be the thread out of the labyrinthe? Hmmm. MAL did the trick then. Being around my own kind. Leathermen. That connection. That standing among my peers. That's what I need. P'r'aps I'll see about putting my pursuits on a back burner until this blows over.

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